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I remember hearing all you voodoo doctors pray for rivers
Hours later comes the thunder
Raining showers he delivers
Pheasants fighting through the rain
They're happy that it's finally falling
Tried and true
He's there for you again
But you don't here him calling
Pause your life for mischief
And the mischief becomes life itself
Before you know it
Skin is wrinkled
Teeth are falling like your health
And what to do?
And where to turn?
And who to blame?
And where to go?
You feel the demons pulling at your body
You might as well let go
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